You don't have to ask me why
Because I know you understand
All the treasures of my life

Are right here in my hand
Suspended in a moment
No more breath to catch

If you hold on to your end
Maybe we can make this last


This is the greatest time of day
When all the clocks are spinning backwards
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray

And all the black and white turns into colors

I don't want to build a wall

Or draw a line across the sand
Because there's room for one and all
And this land is our land

Oh I hope this can go on and on and on
Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond
Oh I know that life is never very long

One second, then one minute, and then its gone

This is the greatest time of day

When all the clocks are spinning backwards
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
And all the black and white turns into colors


You want to sink into the colors on the wall
But all the while you are the brightest of them all


This is the greatest time of day
When all the clocks are spinning backwards

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
And all the black and white turns
This is the greatest time of day

When there's no you and there's no others
And all the rules grow wings and fly away
And all the black and white turns into colors